The stone, disturbs the gentel waters
The ripples increase infinately
Lonely willow, placid tree
It weeps in sadness, mournfully
The blood it drips, the drop explodes
And from the mud a flower grows
The flower grows, then wilts and dies
The blood congeals, the tears t

Look at us, in this place
Sailing to our doom
Victims of the collapsed world
Trying to touch the moon

Look at us, arrogant fools
Blown by forlorn winds
Escaping from our letters
Upon the ocean of sins

We're sailing to a land
Where milk and honey flow
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